I gave up making that joke, myself.
I will, on Sunday. I’m just having a crappy week, and most of my comfort foods involve meat (cheeseburgers, or potstickers for example).
How about a veggie cheeseburger?
Cabbage-and-onion stuffed potsticker?
(Wait … is this the Pit or the Cafe?)
Ha! I just had potstickers for supper! with peanut sauce!
Why did the financial people in the Minister’s office decide that they need a bunch of new financial codes NOW to meet the new policy requirements that came into effect 3 months ago with lots of preliminary notice? Not to mention that they need to be implemented before our year-end date next week, and, after 3 months of review of the policy by them, the changes they asked for don’t actually, you know, meet the new requirements.
There’s a reason that we tell the group finance people to talk to corporate at the *beginning *of the process, instead of springing the whole thing on us as a surprise right at the end!
It wasn’t my PHB - it was some other fool who apparently doesn’t understand why all the stuff up high in the warehouse is on skids and there is a forklift in there. I actually talked to my safety officer husband about this incident, and he says absolutely, you have to report seeing a co-worker doing something dangerous like that.
I don’t want to do any of those things, plus being traumatized by watching a fool fall to his death (and yeah, death is a real possibility at that height - there’s a 50% chance of death from a 10 feet fall, and he was well over that).
I found out this morning that some of our end users got caught smoking on the job.
Why am I bringing that up here?
Our customer sites are coal mines. The end users were smoking inside the mine, right where coal is being dug.
Coal seams emit methane. Smoking involves a controlled but open-ish flame. Flame plus methane = BOOM!
Yabbut … WHAT were they smoking? 
As the story played out, they were smoking for pink slips. The miners got busted by a government regulator’s raid (MSHA), the mine got shut down, and the miners were sacked.
You do NOT fuck around in Hades’s domain – he WILL try to kill you, and unlike Poseidon it IS personal.
And being the lord of the dead, he gets to do it again…
and again…
and again…
Think of it as evolution in action…
That was in fact my comment when I heard this: “Talk about a Darwin Award attempt!”
I’ve eaten those things in the past, and IMHO they’re pretty vile. I’d much rather have an honest falafel.
I will not even discuss Cabbage as a meat alternative <shudders>.
I ate a big tuna steak for dinner last night and feel better today. Maybe I just needed some protein.
Sorry for the food hijack.
Back at the office, I just found out we’re going to move to a new building. I hate moving. Maybe I’ll just work from home for a while.
Sorry–that was me. But I’m going to keep doing it – because it’s a blast! Scramblin’ around up above everyone else, jumpin’ from shelf to shelf… tomorrow I’m racin’ Scott up to the top.
C’mon, were you never a ten year old boy?
See, my dad never built that tree house with me like I wanted to in fifth grade…
Had they already reproduced, though?
No, actually. 
I’ve never been a 10 year old boy either, but that never stopped me from doing 10 year old boy stuff.
Is it bad that I’m 49andahalf and not male and I’m still doing 10yo boy stuff?
I try not to think about it. These people work in coal mines, where rock dust and coal dust get into body crevices and soft tissues you didn’t even know you had. Ick.
I am in a veritable minefield of pettiness right now at the office, and 98% of it is coming from one coworker. But here is the pettiest thing:
Coworker A - the petty one - doesn’t like another coworker. This other coworker - coworker B - is hard to get along with admittedly, but she is rarely in this office and thus we hardly have to deal with her. Still, she is part of the team.
I was working on ordering nametags for the office and Coworker A said I shouldn’t order any for Coworker B, seeing as she already has one from the other office she works in. Seriously? You are that fucking petty? We have seven people in this office. How do you think it’s going to be when everyone else has a similar nametag and she doesn’t? It’s a goddamn nametag, get over yourself.